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Alamak.
Some moons ago I was in the lift of my office building and some guy walked in. It's just him and me and he makes some small talk which I humour. He asks me what floor I'm on and what we do. Innocuous enough. Turns out we're in the same field and he asks me for my card. I figure it's the neighbourly thing to do and give it to him. Perhaps he needs our help, perhaps he wants a job. I mention this guy to one of my colleagues and he seems to think that perhaps some time ago he had tried to get a job with us. Perhaps he wants to reopen talks.
So he starts emailing me and asking me to lunch/coffee/dinner etc. I'm manically busy and of all the people I'd spend my first free minutes, a random stranger from the lift is not top of my list.
At some point, having not had the response he'd like, he sends me a stroppy email saying what the heck and he just wanted to be friendly. I reply with some non-commital blurb.
Things go quiet for a while and I don't hear from him, until about last week when he redeploys the lunch/coffee missile. I'm busy out of my skull so I don't reply. Then he calls me. I'm wondering how badly this guy wants a job. Dude. Chill.
So today I get the following:
At the risk of being a “nuisance/busy body”, how was your Phuket trip? Are we still up for that lunch/coffee some time this week, or truly am I barking up the wrong tree. Gosh…what does it take to be friendly…never was like this in London, but I suppose you must find that there are lots of creeps around?
Hey, let’s call a spade a spade.
Eh?
First, I'm pretty sure I didn't commit to meeting this week. Second, guilt tripping doesn't work on me - ask my parents. And third, I can't imagine how anyone would think this email would now elicit a positive response.
Some moons ago I was in the lift of my office building and some guy walked in. It's just him and me and he makes some small talk which I humour. He asks me what floor I'm on and what we do. Innocuous enough. Turns out we're in the same field and he asks me for my card. I figure it's the neighbourly thing to do and give it to him. Perhaps he needs our help, perhaps he wants a job. I mention this guy to one of my colleagues and he seems to think that perhaps some time ago he had tried to get a job with us. Perhaps he wants to reopen talks.
So he starts emailing me and asking me to lunch/coffee/dinner etc. I'm manically busy and of all the people I'd spend my first free minutes, a random stranger from the lift is not top of my list.
At some point, having not had the response he'd like, he sends me a stroppy email saying what the heck and he just wanted to be friendly. I reply with some non-commital blurb.
Things go quiet for a while and I don't hear from him, until about last week when he redeploys the lunch/coffee missile. I'm busy out of my skull so I don't reply. Then he calls me. I'm wondering how badly this guy wants a job. Dude. Chill.
So today I get the following:
At the risk of being a “nuisance/busy body”, how was your Phuket trip? Are we still up for that lunch/coffee some time this week, or truly am I barking up the wrong tree. Gosh…what does it take to be friendly…never was like this in London, but I suppose you must find that there are lots of creeps around?
Hey, let’s call a spade a spade.
Eh?
First, I'm pretty sure I didn't commit to meeting this week. Second, guilt tripping doesn't work on me - ask my parents. And third, I can't imagine how anyone would think this email would now elicit a positive response.